SUBMIT LYRICS
Top 100
Album releases
artists
Community
French
Spanish
Portuguese
Correction Lyrics
Stick Gang!
by
XANMAN$HAWTY
Back
Lyrics
Yeah, walk around with a stick Walk around with a? (F**k you n***a) Yeah, walk around with a stick (Yeah) Walk around with with ya? Yeah, ride around with with ya b*t*h (Yeah) Know I got a n***a p*ssed (Yeah) Know I got a n***a sick (Yeah) Lil' n***a you a b*t*h (Yeah) You ain't gon' do sh*t (Yeah) Shooters always on my d**k (Yeah) Hit a b*t*h, then I dip (Yeah) I hit once and then I quit (Yeah) Get my nut, n***a, on to the next (Yeah) Lil' shawty so pressed (Yeah) I only f**ked up by the ten (Yeah) Go ball out, I could play for the Nets (Yeah) Go ball out, put a ten on the net (Yeah) These b*t*hes want sex (Yeah) I just want them checks (Them checks) I just want them (I just want them) I just want them? Yo gang [?] Hop out the spot in the back of the buildin' My ex b*t*h hit my phone, man I hung up the phone Doin' all that trippin' Seen the pack went missin' I got a lotta' drop in the kitchen I got a couple hoes in my kitchen .24's in that van like a hit New phone, when it ring I be trippin' I be on 50, this sh*t expensive What you want? Hell yeah And my jeans, and my gla**es, cost amount What you want? What you mean? He talk bad, then throw him out Tell bro come out, gotta hold him down Dope man out, made the hoes pop out N***a can't stand me, sit down I feel like [?] my town You ain't even been down You should put me in for the count Yeah, I sip red lean like the count If it ain't pesos I don't count it If he keep f**kin' around he outta here Keep on playin' with this b*t*h, I'm outta here 30-round, get that lil' b*t*h up outta here Big gun, its mother f**kin' lot in here Walk around with a stick, aye Walk around with a stick Did a couple rounds with yo b*t*h I bust a nut n***a, then I quit I need my bucks n***a, need it quick Shawty a sl*t, she be doin' d**k Run up a bag, spend it all on Ricks .40 on me, and it came with kick .40 on me and it came with kick Shawty wanna chill, I'ma f**k, I'ma dip I'm in the bed wrapped up like a zip I don't gotta talk, she know who I is I'm tryna f**k, you gon' go to the crib I'ma young n***a, I came from the brick I got a Glock I don't care about no hands N***a wanna fight but I know he a fan I got Kel-Tec, blow like a fan High like a b*t*h 'cause I'm off of the a xan I know she give good neck like Pam But I'ma kick her a** out like pam She textin' my phone, she part of the spam You 21, you ain't touch two bands Yeah, smile for the cam Don't play the games, we ridin' around We pull out them sticks, we could go right now We sellin' the drank off a script right now Might just go pour me a 4 right now Look at my b*t*h, wow Your ho be in my DM, she want me to take her out Ain't cuff no ho, cut that out Take her back home, all in her mouth I can't believe it, wanna know why? I got hoes that no lie, they know I'ma fly guy They don't wanna test the squad On my soul, don't want no war Wanna beef, then we need more Talk that sh*t, we up five more We takin' over, this by force Did this sh*t like number four (Like number four)
music video
Your name will be published. Leave fields blanks to remain anonymous.
Submit
Modal title
×
Insert media
Video URL?
(YouTube, Vimeo, Instagram, DailyMotion, Soundcloud)
×
Remember me
Lost password
Sign in
Register